With the very first real snowfall of the year, Rhen was over come with seasonal spirit and promptly went out and made an adorable little snow man. Perhaps this is better described as a snow-ball man–but no matter. We adore him, perched up on top of the car!!
When the family saw our little guy the photos of their snowy creations started flooding the family text group. Miss Chomp and Fluttershy with their frosty fellow–
Miss H with her gigantic snow lady. Check out that hat!!
K & L’s snow chick even has long, lovely hair! Awesome, awesome.
Even my crazy Dane sent in his contribution from 85 degree Texas.
Ohhhh, Dane! HAAA!
Our silly snow didn’t last long–an hour or two, tops–but we’re pretty good at making the most of what we’ve got…rain or shine.
Well, this was a bit of a gamble for me–to say the least. Knowing, or believing I should say— that swimming would be a good, non-stressful way to exercise–and NOT being willing to do said exercise in public–we took the leap and bought a pool.
With my foot being so touchy, I knew that the pool ladder would certainly not work–so the gamble part was more–how on earth to get my silly self actually IN the pool in the first place. Kinda felt like I’d have to have some magical powers to make it work.
But the boy was willing to set it up and the kids were certainly willing to try it out…
so we knew that worst case scenario– a bunch of folks would have fun with it no matter what my super powers turned out to be.
It was deep enough to be fun for everyone–even the little-littles, who have all taken swimming lessons to some degree.
We even found some end-of-the-year bargains on allllll kinds of floaties.
In the end, we found a way. Not a terribly dignified or graceful way perhaps–but the result was me in the pool. So that is a wonderful success- triumph even–bigger, in fact, than you could possibly know.
Thank you my dears for once again making things work in my funny world. You just always do.
I have a confession to make. Not a confession really, but more, an admission. I’m kind of a puzzle nut…freak, actually, if you must know.
I loved puzzles so much that I used to go to Hallmark every few weeks to see what new ones they had, and buy them. All of them. I had a cat puzzle, a King Tut puzzle, a Piata puzzle, and every Thomas Kincade puzzle you can think of. I had rainbow ones, candy ones, donut ones and every animal in the kingdom. Why, I even had a puzzle of a puzzle that I LOVED and put together a zillion times.
One year for Christmas, my cute little dad made a special board made that was light weight and thin, but sturdy enough to last for a million years. It was my special puzzle board. And I had it for about 20 years.
Some unsuspecting soul tossed it in one of our many moves a few years back and I was heart broken. Funny thing is that when I moved into this old, cute house while we were rummaging around in the back patio–there was a piece of the same kind of board–in nearly the same dimensions as the awesome one my father made all those years ago.
In fact, if I could pass on a love for something, to my grandkids, it would be the love of calming, soothing, lovely puzzles.